Not taking much mind to his Lady's words, Damien continued devouring his share like an animal...only to pause once more as he witnessed Cateline's more....refined eating style. Frowning, he took upon his hand his own fork and knife, carefully cutting the eggs into squares.

Well this was no fun. 

Boring...who'd want to cut into their prey like this? On that note, the butler looked at the utensils once more before trying again, this time with more vigor and enthusiasm. Yes, it certainly felt good, didn't it? It was almost like cutting thorough flesh! Dissecting his enemies until they were nothing but bloody piles of crimson stains on the floor!

Yes...yes! ....another pause as he realized his Lady was no doubt having mental scars because of his behavior. Placing the utensils down for the final time, Damien turns his crimson gaze on his young master, fully focusing on her methods and style.

"My Lady, perhaps it is best to copy your way of consumption?"

A pause.

His eyes narrowed. Damien could read his master like a book. As a butler though, wasn't that his job? "There is no need to feel concerned about me, my Lady. I simply wish to become more presentable in your gaze. As for the enemies of Warwick, do not think I won't hesitate to rip them apart in the bloodiest manner shown to men!" He declared such a statement like a king. "My species glorified in the art of such deeds."

Species? This was new. The first time he had mentioned more like him in general. Just what was he exactly anyway? A demon? Some kind of being from another world?

"Yes...my kind were labeled as the bloodiest of servants..."